About a week ago one of our cats who was really sick had to be put to sleep at the vet. I've never had to go to the vet just to find out a pet would need to be put down, and I was never sure what it would be like. I always expected not to have any emotion, because whenever people have told me sad stories about their life or something that happened to a friend, even if it was recent, I always remained emotionless. But I can honestly say, despite not really being my cat, it was really really heartbreaking. I ran to the car crying, twice, to be alone. Then again in my room when we got home. I just couldn't stand to see the poor thing ly